Title: Coxcomb Peacocks

The Girls - they
scorched the streets
-civilains, innocents, infrastructure-
all in a dance, a spinning collapse

The twins with long brown hair
said they would spare me
The redhead there - she couldnt care
& promised to "wear me"
-Like a pigskin jacket, I promised in kind

Her allure decayed, thin, and young
pushing in with her tounge, her 2 cents down my throat
her malicious little breast in my hand

-her feast ruined by my pleasure
& by her own
decaying a little more beautifully
than before,
She shed the flesh she so hated
...and dared me to stay

heck. I dunno, I just like this. It's re-readable. Lots lurking there, between the syllables..